Our family moved from Australia to Berlin in January 2005 for a 4 year contract, which we extended for a bit longer. Here are our adventures of our time in Berlin, as well as day to day things that happen!

Thursday, 8 April 2010

Towards Reykjavík, Blue Lagoon and bird feeding.

We headed to Reykjavík, and decided to spend the afternoon at The Blue Lagoon. The Blue Lagoon is just outside of Reykjavík.The Blue Lagoon sits in a lava field in a geothermal area. The lagoon is filled with algae, mineral salts and silica mud. The water temperature is around 38 degrees, and was fantastic to laze around in. The air temperature was about 4 degrees. Around the side of the lagoon were large tubs of white silica mud that you could cover your face and body with. The 4 of us slathered the mud all over our faces, bodies and hands. Once it was dry, you just washed it off in the lagoon, where is sinks to the bottom, and feels great between your toes. Our skin felt so smooth afterwards.There was a waterfall that you could stand under and get a powerful cascade of water that as the Lonely Planet Guide says it feels like you are being "pummelled by a troll" After 2 hours and now totally wrinkly, we headed to the showers to rinse off, and put lots of conditioner on our hair.

Back to Reykjavík, and checked into the Iceland Air Hotel. We were told that they had started a new program on a Thursday night of Icelandic Bedtime Stories, that started at 9pm.

We went into town for a quick dinner, stopping at the Tjörnin lake near the City Council Building. We had some left over bread rolls again, and these ducks, swans and geese were happy to eat the bread.After a tasty Thai meal, we rushed back to the hotel in time to get a delicious mug of hot chocolate and cookies, and sit in the auditiorium of the hotel and listen to some Icelandic Bedtime Stories. (photo below taken from the icelandairhotel website, see link highlighted)Our host for the evening was Felix Bergsson, an Icelandic actor/writer. He read us a fantastic story about trolls, a chapter from a book by Halldór Laxness, Iceland's only Nobel Prize in Literature winner, and the first chapter of a crime novel by Arnaldur Indriðason. It was a fantastic evening, and it was a great way to spend our last evening in Iceland.